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Water dripping, a sound of rain, Hush, to my dear pain, Rhymes of quavering warblers, By the lane. Tickles of raindrops, in March was sunken in, lonely, The weaving of thoughts, Left, Detangle her not.
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May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 7:31 AM UTC
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Water dripping, a sound of rain, Hush, to my dear pain, Rhymes of quavering warblers, By the lane. Tickles of raindrops, in March was sunken in, lonely, The weaving of thoughts, Left, Detangle her not.
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May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 7:31 AM UTC
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